She wouldn’t even take off her top the time you finally convinced her to go to a clothing option beach, but now, for her lover, she’s not only naked, but accepted his challenge to display proudly what she offers for his pleasure.
Amazing, isn’t it? No, perhaps that’s not the word.
Humbling – yes, most definitely.
Erotic – undoubtedly.
It’s always conflicting when a cuckold witnesses his wife’s sexual growth at the encouragement of her lover, but such adventure is at the heart of what makes cuckolding work. Because of her cuckold, this hotwife is free to explore her sexuality knowing that she can always withdraw if needed; return to the safety and predictability of her life with her husband.
New sexual experiences are not only part of the adventure of having an extramarital lover, but also a necessity for a married woman needing to meet the sexual needs of a lover who could easily pursue another woman if she’s not fully committed, sexually.
The Phases of Adventure Anxiety
—-for the Wife and the Huband—-
Adventure Anxiety can have many components. I had mentioned to my wife the idea of her being with another man over a year ago. I knew that she was interested. But she had anxiety issues with it. Still her interest remained. I too had anxiety with it. I wanted it to happen but I was afraid. But, I tried to keep my own fear inside. I would talk to her in bed about feeling a larger cock inside her. I would encourage her to dress really sexy. Even before I knew of the word ‘cuckold” I had an interest in it (even as a teenager). Dating my wife, I felt that she wanted more. I felt she was not fully satisfied. I would always think of her being with another man. Someone larger and better than me. And a little over a year ago I brought it up to her. Recently she agreed. I tried to really hide my anxiety. The process of getting her interested and agreeable took 14 months. And still she had Adventure Anxiety. We found someone at a social event whom she liked. We approached him together. And he loved the idea. My wife agreed to meet him the following Friday night, but with me there too. She for sure felt some Adventure Anxiety. When the night to meet came, she and he sat together, with me across from them. He was younger than her (by 12 yrs.) and really good looking. She told him that this time together would just be to see their chemistry together. My wife and her new friend were drinking wine together and talking to one another. She was enjoying him. Now I felt the Adventure Anxiety. She seemed to be really relaxing. We were seated in a booth in a wine bar. I saw how she was looking closely at his face. I noticed that when they laughed there heads moved closer together. It really was a date for her and him. I felt the anxiety eating me up in the form of jealousy. Margaret and her new friend totally ignored me. In spite of my anxiety, my erection was reacting. And then for a second my wife looked at me. It was like she needed to know I wanted her to do whatever she felt like doing. Somehow she knew that I was feeling excited. I saw their hands touch. His hand was on the table and she joined it with her hand. So in front of me was my wife of 14 years, actually, holding the hand of her new found boyfriend. They were talking and enjoying each other. And their hands stayed together. I was devastated and embarrassed. But, the truth be told, I need to remind myself that I had wanted this to happen. I wanted to cry. At times when we would have sex I would have an erection issue. But watching her and him sitting together, I maintained a great erection. And now the Adventure Anxiety was all mine. I knew that for years my wife was not being pleased. I knew she needed another man. I felt that she had suffered enough and now it was my payback. But, as I sat there I also told myself that I have done the right thing (by letting her do this) and I should just relax. My wife and her friend were really enjoying one another. And then, all of a sudden, they kissed. They deep kissed. I sat there watching my wife and this really good looking guy making out. My penis wanted to explode. And it did without me even touching it. I can tell you that there is no site like watching your wife French-Kissing with another guy. Just from kissing she got so much pleasure! There was music going on and the place was getting crowded. Still I could hear her moan as they kissed. Margaret looked beautiful as they kissed. My wife stopped kissing, she looked at me and said, can Stan come over on Wednesday night? And I said sure. Then she said to Stan: “is Wednesday okay with you?”. He said “yes”. My wife said that she needed to speak with me at home and double check that this would be happening. She said that he should call her on Tuesday evening. She and he spoke some more, held hands, and kissed some more. When we got home we had sex while talking about her and Stan. She kept telling me how much she likes him, and how she knows he is well endowed. And she said that he is a great kisser. From that night, till Monday night, we enjoyed sex like never before. When Stan called on Tuesday night, I listened to her end of the conversation. They spoke for over one hour. I felt so jealous! And she said that we should not have sex on Tuesday at all so that she’d be ready for him on Wednesday. I begged her for it but she told me to jerk off. On Wednesday, she seemed to have the Adventure Anxiety again. And so did I. She asked me if it was still okay. I told her yes. But I was much less talkative. I asked her if I could help her get ready. And she told me that she’d prefer that I just watch her prepare. Margaret looked so sexy getting herself ready for her lover. All of a sudden she asked me how I was able to just sit (at the wine bar) and watch her kiss someone else. But her tone was somwhat mean. I felt ashamed. I told her that I liked that she was feeling real pleasure. And she asked why I keep watching her getting ready. I told her that knowing he would enjoy seeing her and then giving her pleasure gave me pleasure. She asked me to promise that I would not get angry after Stan arrived. And I promised her that i would not be at all angry. i told her that I want her to have pleasure. But inside I was crying. At least my penis did not know of my sadness. As I watched her in the mirror, I took my pants off and jerked myself off (she ignored me). By the time Stan arrived, and I asnwered the door, my wife appeared and looked so very sexy! Forget her Adventure Anxiety, it was cured. As I said hello to Stan and asked him to come in I extended my hand, and we shook hands. He sat in our living room and I did not know what to say. So I told him that I hope he understands that I really love Margaret. I explained that I wanted her to have more pleasure than she got from me. And I asked that he be gentle with my wife. I was so embarrassed. He was only in his late 20’s and he’d be making love to my wife. And I knew she would enjoy him. I asked if he wanted a drink and he asked for water. I was not sure if I should ask if he wanted a lime or lemon, so I just gave him the water. For some reason I said “our bed is really comfortable”. I felt very humble. When my wife came out she looked so beautiful. She sat down and kissed him. And he kissed her. Her adventure Anxiety was gone and my Adventure Anxiety just plain didn’t matter. Stan made love to my wife. And I am a cuckold. And he has been back. I realize now that what is worse than Adventure Anxiety is my wife not be satisfied, to the point of not having an orgasm during intercourse with me, and my total insensitivity. Yes, I am humble now. Stan has stamina, he is great looking, he is long lasting, he is large and thick and he’s is a great kisser. I am about 4 and a quarter inches and he is 8 inches and much thicker. I cannot believe the orgasms that she has with him. I do feel hurt. But I had to do what is right. I wqs climaxing inside Margaret but she was no longer doing the same. And now I do help her get ready. I am kind of hesitant to admit this, but, Stan’s penis, or I should say his cock, is really beautiful. I envy him for his cock (and for more). He is so lucky. And now, so is my wife. When she and I are alone, she’ll masturbate me. And she tells me how good he makes her feel. And how she loves him cock. And so my wife loves sex once again.
She knows how pretty she are and any man will get on his knees in front of her,I wll try to fill all of her holes if possible.
WOW, nice story…lucky guy.